[Astarion is still for a heartbeat before he turns to fold into the embrace. It's still new for him, this kind of comfort. He doesn't quite know what to do with it. He's almost afraid of how much he craves it, how fragile it makes him feel.
But Gale's arms are warm, Gale's heart beats a welcome pulse, and he can breathe in the scent that's so distinctly Gale's. He loves him, more than anything.
The shirt forgotten, he presses his cheek to Gale's temple, murmuring quietly.]
This isn't quite what I had in mind when I asked you to dote on me.
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But Gale's arms are warm, Gale's heart beats a welcome pulse, and he can breathe in the scent that's so distinctly Gale's. He loves him, more than anything.
The shirt forgotten, he presses his cheek to Gale's temple, murmuring quietly.]
This isn't quite what I had in mind when I asked you to dote on me.